"Well if he fucks with you, him and I are going to have a problem. I don't care if he's freaking Dracula he's not going to mess with you." On the outside he projected a certain confidence that usually swelled when he was around Sonya, but on the inside he regretted his brash words. He had watched enough horror movies to know that messing with a vampire would likely end up getting you killed. Except in Twilight where they sparkled, but he seriously doubted Nathan did.
As he pulled into the lot where the bonfire was set to take place, Nathan yanked the keys out of his truck and sighed. Now that they were finally here his insides started grumbling nervously.
"Before we go and mingle with everyone, let me at least have another smoke. Not sure I can keep the pep in my step without one." He turned to Sonya, waiting for either a frown or a look that would allow him to step out and get in a final smoke before the loud music and fire began.